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100100https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4915.htmlMon, 02 Aug 2010 03:11:35 GMTLegend of the Seeker CRACK fichttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4915.html
Title: She's the Last Confessor, Ya Dick<br />Pairing: Cara/Kahlan<br />Rating: C for Crack and PG for language I suppose<br />A/N: Seriously, I&nbsp;just don't even know.&nbsp; There will probably be more of these.&nbsp; Also, not beta'ed and clearly after reading this you'll see that I'm either drunk or high, so there are probably mistakes.&nbsp; Lemme know. &nbsp;<br /><br /><br /><br /> <p class="">Cara didn&rsquo;t even have time to react, which really said something about Kahlan&rsquo;s speed.<span>&nbsp; </span>Something to the effect of, &lsquo;damn, is that the Mother Confessor or FloJo?&rsquo; Except the two could never really be confused, since the particular confessor in question did not have flashy diva nails ready to claw out a bitch&rsquo;s eyes.<span>&nbsp; </span>Cause really, that&rsquo;s the only physical difference between the two &ndash; their manicure regimen.<span>&nbsp; </span>And the summer Olympics hadn&rsquo;t been held in the Midlands in ages&hellip; But that&rsquo;s neither here nor there and totally off subject.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="">So anyway, one minute Cara was minding her own business, thinking about raiding the nearest Mord&rsquo;Sith temple for a third agiel.<span>&nbsp; </span>Seriously, chicks dug juggling.<span>&nbsp; </span>It was a great conversation starter.<span>&nbsp; </span>Juggling and puppies, but one couldn&rsquo;t just go around with a puppy attached to her belt.<span>&nbsp; </span>Oh it would start a conversation alright, but not the kind that led to panty droppin&rsquo;.<span>&nbsp; </span>Not that Cara had ever done anything like that before.<span>&nbsp; </span>It had just come up one evening in the baths with some of her sisters.<span>&nbsp; </span>That was her story, and she was sticking to it.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>When that one minute of minding her own business was over, the visions of agiels and sugar-plums dancing in her head scattered like roaches when someone in the projects spends the weekend ho&rsquo;ing their heart out to get their electricity turned back on.</p> <p class="">Kahlan came crawling out of the woods (her form would have made GI Jane proud), pulled the Mord Sith down to the leafy forest floor (as tree-filled forests floors tend to be), and attached her lips to the slow-to-react woman&rsquo;s like her mother confessing life depended on it.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>And damn could FloJo the Confessor kiss!<span>&nbsp; </span>Being fast herself, speedy yes, but in this case meaning slutty, Cara had done her fair share of smooching.<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>This kiss was some epic shit though.<span>&nbsp; </span>Of course Cara was way too butch to spend any time day dreaming about the way Kahlan&rsquo;s lips would feel, but they felt so much better than Cara had ever imagined in all the time she had spent fantasizing how confessor lips might feel!<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="">The kiss couldn&rsquo;t go on forever, unfortunately.<span>&nbsp; </span>As the saying goes, all good things come to an end when you fall off the early horse who got the worm, or whatever it was.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>Close enough.<span>&nbsp; </span>Of course they both would have liked it to go on forever, even though Cara did have a slight case of TMJ.<span>&nbsp; </span>After all, she was a womanizing Mord&rsquo;Sith.<span>&nbsp; </span>One can only get slapped in the face by jilted bar wenches before a jaw starts to suffer, no matter how badass the said womanizer may be.<span>&nbsp; </span>The kiss probably would have gone on for a romantically arbitrary time, but the women were interrupted by none other than CockBlock the Wizard.<span>&nbsp; </span>Of course.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="">&ldquo;Spirits!&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>His eyes were as wide as Richard was useless.<span>&nbsp; </span>Basically, really damn wide. <span>&nbsp;</span>Truth be told, the women were so accustomed to ignoring Zeddicus FOO&rsquo;L Zorander that it took the aforementioned useless Seeker to actually break them apart.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><span>&quot;Kahlan!&quot;&nbsp; Really, a man his age should not be able hit such a high note.&nbsp; Seriously.&nbsp; How embarassing.<span>&nbsp; </span>Richard looked completely scandalized.&nbsp; Cara <i>felt</i> scandalized and promptly&nbsp;decided she liked it.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">Meanwhile, back at the ranch, er, leafy forest floor, Kahlan<span> rolled her sky blue or sometimes leafy forest green eyes (depending on the medium), and </span>finally released her grip on Cara&rsquo;s leather covered, perfect, well-toned, squeezable, epic ass. <span>&nbsp;</span>Not that she ever spent any time looking at the Mord Sith&rsquo;s attributes.<span>&nbsp; </span>Not at all.<span>&nbsp; </span>Nope.<span>&nbsp; </span>Ass ogling was below a confessor.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally coming to her senses at her Lord Rahl&rsquo;s outraged squawk, Cara flung herself off the brunette.</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s not what you think, Dick.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Kahlan sat up and began working off her thigh high, totally practical, not- at-all-out-of-whack-with-Midlands-fashion boots.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">&ldquo;Did you just call me a Dick?&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">&ldquo;I stubbed my toe, <i>Richard</i>,&rdquo; she explained, gesturing towards her foot.<span>&nbsp; </span>As if that explained it all.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">&ldquo;As if that explains it all!?&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>His voice was creeping dangerously high again.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Why were you kissing Cara?&rdquo; <span>&nbsp;</span>Again, the range was truly impressive.</p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">Finally trusting herself not to burst out laughing at Kahlan calling the seeker a dick, Cara jumped into the conversation.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;She&rsquo;s the last confessor, Di &ndash; I mean, Richard.<span>&nbsp; </span>I was giving her the Breath of Life.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>It wouldn&rsquo;t be good for her to start calling the Lord Rahl a dick too, however fitting it may be.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">&ldquo;Yeah!&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Kahlan liked that idea.<span>&nbsp; </span>It was totally what happened.<span>&nbsp; </span>She was the last confessor, damn it.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s my responsibility to replenish the line.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>She rubbed her toe and tossed in a grimace for good measure.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">&ldquo;Oh.<span>&nbsp; </span>Well, uh, good thing Cara was nearby.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>The women weren&rsquo;t really paying attention to him anymore.<span>&nbsp; </span>Cara bent down to retrieve Kahlan&rsquo;s hooker boot and once again, the confessor&rsquo;s eyes were absolutely NOT glued to her perfect ass.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">&ldquo;Cara, would you help me get to that stream?<span>&nbsp; </span>The cool water will be good for my life threatening stubbed toe.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Cara simply tossed her the boot and swept the taller woman into her arms, easily supporting her weight while the confessor swooned like a gay man at a Lady Gaga concert.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;" class="">THE END UNTIL SOMETHING GOES WRONG IN THE STREAM AND KAHLAN NEEDS SOME MORE &ldquo;SAVING.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span><br /><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <a name='cutid1-end'></a><p class=""><o:p></o:p></p>https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4915.htmllegend of the seekerpublic4https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4807.htmlSat, 22 May 2010 23:16:12 GMTLITTLE CRACKY FIC: IMMA LET YOU FINISHhttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4807.html
<p class="">Title: Imma Let You Finish<br />Fandom: Legend of the Seeker<br />Pairing: Cara/Dahlia<br />Rating: G but really C for CRACK.<br />Spoilers: Set after 2.22<br />A/N: Probably this was a deleted scene.&nbsp; Also, I may of may not have dressed up like Kanye for Halloween and interrupted people all day.&nbsp; <br /><br />&nbsp;</p><p class=""><br />Zedd looked on with a proud smile on his face while Kalhan and Richard continued kissing, of course.<span>&nbsp; </span>The Mord&rsquo;Sith wondered what would happen to Richard if he actually got to touch a booby.<span>&nbsp; </span>Hopefully some of her sisters would be around to administer the Breath of Life.<span>&nbsp; </span>Shaking her head at the hormonal display, Cara rolled her eyes and nearly lost her balance as a flood of memories came rushing back to her.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="">A girl &ndash; a classmate &ndash; from her home in Stowecroft, holding her hand when they were first taken.<span>&nbsp; </span>Years later, the same girl, now a somewhat awkward teen with whom she shared her first kiss.<span>&nbsp; </span>Blue eyes the color of a summer sky, skin so soft it seemed she was blessed by the Creator herself. <span>&nbsp;</span>Later still, both women then, whose hips rocked together, nails scraping across too sensitive flesh, moans of pleasure.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>Dog bites and bee stings were</span> alright, but beatings, baths, braids and babes&hellip;<em>those</em> are a few of Mord&rsquo;Sith&rsquo;s favorite things.<span>&nbsp; </span>Cara shook her head, coming out of her trance-like state.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="">Richard and Kahlan&rsquo;s lips separated with an audible pop as the blonde shoved them apart on her way to the horses.<span>&nbsp; </span>Kahlan was the first to regain some sense of control.<span>&nbsp; </span>Richard would probably have that dumb smile on his face for days.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Where are you going?&rdquo; asked the Mother Confessor.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class=""><span>&nbsp;</span>Mounting the fastest of the horses, Cara looked down first at the wizard, and then to the two once again in each other&rsquo;s arms.<span>&nbsp; </span><span>&nbsp;</span>&ldquo;Yo Richard, Kahlan, I&rsquo;m really happy for you, and Imma let you finish, but I just wanted to say that Dahlia and I had one of the greatest loves of all time.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Digging her heels into the horse she was off, headed as quickly as possible towards Stowecroft and with any luck, back to Dahlia.<span>&nbsp; </span></p><a name='cutid1-end'></a>﻿<p class="">&nbsp;</p>https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4807.htmllegend of the seekerpublic0https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4419.htmlSat, 01 May 2010 02:15:33 GMTLEGEND OF THE SEEKER FIChttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4419.html
<p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">TITLE: ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK<br />PAIRING: KAHLAN/CARA<br />RATING: PG<br />SPOILERS: SET AFTER DESECRATED<br />DISCLAIMER: IF THEY WERE MINE...sigh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">&ldquo;You know, Mother Confessor, if you want to feel my lips all you have to do is ask.&rdquo;</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">The mouthful Kahlan had been chewing lodged itself in her throat, then went flying out of her mouth with such force it drew the attention of several others.&nbsp; Blue eyes, watery from nearly choking, locked onto the woman seated next to her at the table who, if the smirk was any indication, was highly amused at Kahlan&rsquo;s reaction.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">&nbsp;&ldquo;What?&rdquo;&nbsp; The word was all but squawked and completely undignified for a woman of her position, again drawing the attention of other guests.&nbsp; Kahlan quickly looked around before leaning over and lowering her voice.&nbsp; &ldquo;What did you just say?&rdquo;</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">Richard and Zedd were engrossed in a conversation with Lieutenant Rankin while the young duke sat in a quiet state of shock at the recent turn of events.&nbsp; The fact that the men were seated clear across the long dining table was a gift from the creator as far as the mother confessor was concerned.&nbsp; Worried that Zedd may still be feeling the effects of&nbsp;the powerful magic&nbsp;of the nygax, they gratefully accepted the newly duke&rsquo;s offer of a hearty meal and lodging for as long as they would like.&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">Good food had been eaten and warm beds were waiting - both welcome changes to their usual hard ground and with-or-without mushroom stew of torture.&nbsp; Cara was not about to waste an opportunity like this.&nbsp; Being deprived of air, engaging in emotional exchanges with a once sworn enemy, defeating a nygax, and worst of all, suffering through a magic show should have left the Mord&rsquo;Sith exhausted.&nbsp; But she wasn&rsquo;t tired at all, and&nbsp;besides, there were plenty of ways to utilize a soft bed.&nbsp; Sleeping was the least appealing of the lot.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">Cara leaned even closer still.&nbsp; &ldquo;In the tomb, you again suggested I give you the breath of life.&rdquo;&nbsp; The first time Kahlan asked was right after discovering Sister Nicci had cast an exceptionally disturbing maternity spell, leaving her at the Sister of the Dark&rsquo;s mercy.&nbsp; Both instances could certainly be justified by the dire circumstances, but Cara was nothing if not observant, and even a blind person could see the need in Kahlan&rsquo;s eyes.&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">Kahlan&rsquo;s mind was working frantically to figure out why an attempt to save their lives would lead the other woman to believe she actually wanted to kiss Cara of all things.&nbsp; The mother confessor shook her head.&nbsp; Maybe Cara really was suffering from their earlier lack of air.&nbsp; If Kahlan was thinking about kissing the other woman, maybe they <i>both</i> were.&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">&ldquo;I saw the way you looked at me, Kahlan.&rdquo;&nbsp; The blonde reached out a hand and in a surprisingly tender gesture, tucked a strand of hair behind the other woman&rsquo;s sensitive ear.&nbsp; With her hand resting lightly against Kahlan&rsquo;s neck, she whispered, &ldquo;All you have to do is ask.&rdquo; </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: larger;">The sensation of Cara&rsquo;s warm breath on her ear combined with the smooth leather glove at the nape of her neck sent shivers all down the confessor&rsquo;s body.&nbsp; Cara then stood, leaving the somewhat dazed woman still seated at the dining table.&nbsp; Standing in the doorway, she paused to look back at Kahlan.&nbsp; That hungry look was back in her eyes.&nbsp; They both still felt the connection, the fire that was burning between them.&nbsp; Cara turned away, her smile going unseen as she felt familiar blue eyes follow her out of the room.&nbsp; She didn&rsquo;t know why she felt such a profound ache for the confessor, or what it would mean for them in the future. &nbsp; One thing Cara knew for sure though, was that she wouldn&rsquo;t be spending the night alone.&nbsp;</span></p><a name='cutid1-end'></a>﻿<p style="line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4419.htmlpublic20https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4038.htmlFri, 28 Aug 2009 02:48:28 GMTOtalia Mini Fichttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4038.html
Title: Oh Boy<br />Author: meatisadelicacy<br />Rating: PG(13?) for the use of the d-bomb<br />Fandom: Guiding Light<br />Pairing: Otalia<br />Spoilers: None<br />Disclaimer: All characters are property of P&amp;G and Telenext. <br />AN: I still can't believe Natalia's pregnant, but if she has to be with child, this is how I&nbsp;think it should go down.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Oh boy,&rdquo; Dr. Clarke said, her wide eyes darting back and forth between the patient&rsquo;s belly and the monitor screen. &ldquo;This is highly unusual.&rdquo; <br /> <br />&ldquo;What is?&rdquo; Frank demanded, still sulking in the corner. Olivia rolled her eyes.<br /> <br />&ldquo;Is everything okay? Is the baby healthy?&rdquo; Natalia was lying on the bed, her pregnant abdomen the object of concern. Olivia placed her hand on her lover&rsquo;s shoulder; the touch alone was enough to calm the younger woman&rsquo;s racing heart. <br /> <br />&ldquo;Yes, sorry. Everything is fine.&rdquo; Dr. Clarke was quick to reassure all three would be parents that the pregnancy was moving along exactly as it should be. Removing the transducer, she stared at the gel coated end for a few moments, trying to figure out if what she thought was happening was really happening. <br /> <br />&ldquo;Doctor,&rdquo; Olivia&rsquo;s voice startled her out of the intense scrutiny. &ldquo;You just &lsquo;oh boy-ed.&rsquo; Would you like to share with the rest of the group?&rdquo; It wasn&rsquo;t exactly a question. <br /> <br />&ldquo;Does that mean it&rsquo;s a boy?&rdquo; Frank momentarily forgot he was supposed to be surly and pushed off against the wall, a dopey smile forming on his face. Natalia pinched the bridge of her nose as he approached the monitor. Olivia was practically growling at the suddenly &lsquo;Proud Papa.&rsquo; <em>Dickhead.</em><br /> <br />As if she could read minds, Natalia leaned over and smacked Olivia&rsquo;s thigh. &ldquo;Be nice!&rdquo; <br /> <br />Frank didn&rsquo;t notice. He was too busy starting at the screen of the 3-D Ultrasound. The details it provided were amazing. From how the baby was positioned right at that moment, they could all see it was most certainly not a boy. <br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re the biological mother, correct?&rdquo; Natalia thought that was painfully obvious, and the look she gave the obstetrician said as much. The doctor was quick to explain herself. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s just that sometimes with lesbian couples, one partner is impregnated with &ndash; &rdquo; <br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s her baby, and he&rsquo;s the biological father,&rdquo; Olivia interrupted, giving the doctor a level ten Spencer glare.<br /><br />&ldquo;Okay well, if we take a look here&hellip;&rdquo; The doctor once again placed the transducer against warm skin, drawing everyone&rsquo;s attention to the image on the screen. After a moment, the baby moved as if she was posing for the camera. There were simultaneous &lsquo;awws&rsquo; from everyone in the room as they saw their baby&rsquo;s beautiful face for the first time. Suddenly, like the baby sensed it was being watched, two bright green eyes opened, and a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched high on a tiny forehead.<br /><br />&ldquo;What the hell?&rdquo; Frank stumbled back from the screen like it was a grenade about to go off. <br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s what I mean,&rdquo; Dr. Clarke explained. &ldquo;These machines aren&rsquo;t even in color, but your baby clearly has green eyes.&rdquo; They all kept staring at the monitor. &ldquo;Not to mention the fact that she opened her eyes in the first place.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh boy,&rdquo; Natalia said. If there was already that much attitude in a fetus, her teenage years were going to be hell.<br /><br />&ldquo;Jeez Natalia, are you sure I&rsquo;m the father and not Olivia?&rdquo; Frank&rsquo;s bitter voice ruined yet another tender moment between the two women. <br /><br />&ldquo;We can do a DNA test. The baby is old enough now.&rdquo; Dr. Clarke began cleaning up the equipment. Glancing up, the doctor saw Olivia&rsquo;s eyebrow arched in the same manner towards Frank just as the baby had done moments earlier. &ldquo;Or not&hellip;&rdquo; It was painfully obvious who the baby&rsquo;s other parent was. <br /><br />Natalia sat up. &ldquo;Doctor, as much as I&rsquo;ve prayed otherwise, Olivia can&rsquo;t biologically be the other parent.&rdquo; <br /><br />&ldquo;Hey!&rdquo; Frank squawked in indignation.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh it&rsquo;s entirely possible,&rdquo; the doctor reassured them.<br /><br />&ldquo;How is that?&rdquo; Natalia wanted an answer, and she wanted it now. <br /><br />Turning to face the two women, she asked, &ldquo;Have you two been having unprotected eye-sex?&rdquo;<br /><br />Frank threw up his arms and stomped out of the room. Olivia blushed scarlet, Natalia beamed, and two little in utero baby hands rubbed together in glee. <br /> <br /><a name='cutid1-end'></a>﻿<br /><br />https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/4038.htmlguiding lightpublic91https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/3817.htmlMon, 27 Jul 2009 07:26:52 GMTChallenge Fic: One Slice of Blackmail, Coming Right Uphttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/3817.html
<p class="">Title: One Slice of Blackmail, Coming Right Up<br />Author: meatisadelicacy<br />Fandom: Guiding Light<br />Pairing: Otalia <br />Rating: G&nbsp; <br />Spoilers: None &ndash; set in an arbitrary and happy future.&nbsp; <br />Disclaimer: All characters are property of P&amp;G, and Telenext.<br />A/N: Not at all beta'd - lemme know if you see any mistakes.&nbsp; And the Italian in the story means &quot;boss of all bosses.&quot;</p><span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="burn_ingcity" lj:user="burn_ingcity" ><a href="https://burn-ingcity.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=185.1" /></a><a href="https://burn-ingcity.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>burn_ingcity</b></a></span>&nbsp;challenge: Doris, a fedora, a pie (apple or blueberry), Emma, a mob hit/witness protection, the phrase &quot;as likely to happen as a Gay Pride Parade at Vatican City.&quot;<br /><br /><br />Natalia&rsquo;s day just kept getting weirder and weirder. <span>&nbsp;</span>All day at work Blake had been noticeably distracted.<span>&nbsp; </span>The publisher kept getting this goofy little smile on her face, and they were even less productive than usual, which really said something.<span>&nbsp; </span>Finally just before noon, Blake stopped pretending they were getting anything done and Natalia found herself free for afternoon.<span>&nbsp; </span>Emma was still at school for another few hours and Olivia wouldn&rsquo;t be home from work until after five.<span>&nbsp; </span>She sat at the kitchen table, utterly bored.<span>&nbsp; </span>It was too early to start dinner, there was nothing to clean, no child to play with, no green-eyed hotel owner to seduce.<span>&nbsp; </span>Nada.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p><br /><br /><p class="">The shrill cry of her phone shook the woman out of a pleasant daydream involving the said hotel owner and something much more fun than paperwork on the desk.<span>&nbsp; </span>After a brief conversation, Natalia sat down her phone, still not quite believing her ears.<span>&nbsp; </span>Doris Wolfe needed her help&hellip;baking a pie? <span>&nbsp;</span>A pie!?<span>&nbsp; </span>Did the Bears just win the Superbowl?<span>&nbsp; </span>Did hell freeze over?<span>&nbsp; </span>She looked out the window. <span>&nbsp;</span>No flying pigs. <span>&nbsp;</span>Did the outbreak of swine flu count?<span>&nbsp; </span>At least she wasn&rsquo;t bored anymore.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p>---------<br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Not more than half an hour later, Doris knocked on the farmhouse door.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Hey Indiana Jones, what&rsquo;s with the hat?&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Natalia teased.<span>&nbsp; </span>Rolling her eyes, Doris stepped into the house and took off her favorite fedora.<span>&nbsp; </span>When the younger woman failed to illicit any reaction out of the mayor, she tried again.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Clark Kent?&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia&rsquo;s sense of humor had definitely rubbed off on her.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t want anyone to see me buying all this crap.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Doris had begun dumping out her bags, having to stop at the store on the way over for pie making ingredients.<span>&nbsp; </span>She certainly didn&rsquo;t keep any of it on hand.</p><p class="">&ldquo;Yeah we wouldn&rsquo;t want to ruin your reputation.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Seeing two kinds of fruit in the second bag, Natalia asked, &ldquo;So do you want apple or blueberry?&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Doris took a minute to weigh the pros and cons.<span>&nbsp; </span>Apple was classic, and it went well with ice cream.<span>&nbsp; </span>Blueberry pie was a little more to her liking, but the potential to spill all over herself and look like a slob was greater.<span>&nbsp; </span>Better to be safe than sorry.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Apple.&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Natalia nodded.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Let the baking begin.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <div><p style="border: medium none; padding: 0in;" class=""><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p>---------<br /></o:p></p> <p style="border: medium none; padding: 0in;" class="">&ldquo;You mean we actually have to peel all these apples?&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p style="border: medium none; padding: 0in;" class="">Natalia wasn&rsquo;t sure if she was joking or not.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;They aren&rsquo;t going to peel themselves.&rdquo;<br /><br />---------<br /><br />&ldquo;Why do we need two kinds of sugar?&rdquo; Doris asked, pouring both brown and white sugar into a bowl. <span>&nbsp;</span>&ldquo;I mean really, what&rsquo;s the difference?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p><br /><br />&ldquo;Color.&rdquo;<br /><br />---------<br />&ldquo;Who decided to call it &lsquo;shortening?&rsquo; It&rsquo;s doesn&rsquo;t make you short.<span>&nbsp; </span>It should be called &lsquo;fattening.&rsquo;&rdquo;<br /><br />Natalia decided that didn&rsquo;t even deserve a response.<br /><br />--------<br /><br />Sometime later, between the rolling pin (which Doris thought had been out of production since the 1950s) and the melted butter, Emma came home from school.<span>&nbsp; </span>She took one look at her exasperated Mama and her flour coated Aunt Doris and decided she&rsquo;d be safer upstairs doing homework, no matter how good the kitchen smelled.<o:p></o:p><br /><br />Even though it was only Emma, Doris was completely embarrassed to have been caught baking a pie.<span>&nbsp; </span>She should have kept on the hat.<span>&nbsp; </span>The mayor knew it was wrong to put out a mob hit on a fourth grader, and considering who the child was, it would certainly be useless.<span>&nbsp; </span>For all Doris knew, Emma was the <i>capo di tutti capi</i>.<span>&nbsp; </span>She could just picture it &ndash; Don Emma, making offers nobody could refuse.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p><br /><br />About five hours after the whole baking adventure began, the kitchen was once again clean, Doris was gone, and there was a warm apple pie for dessert.<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia entered the house, finding Natalia putting the last of the dishes away.<o:p><br /><br /> </o:p>&ldquo;Was that Doris&rsquo; car I saw leaving?&rdquo; she asked after kissing Natalia&rsquo;s cheek. <br /><br /><o:p> </o:p>&ldquo;It was.&rdquo;<o:p><br /><br /></o:p>Olivia looked around with a slightly worried look on her face.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Is everything okay?&rdquo;<o:p><br /><br /></o:p>&ldquo;Yeah,&rdquo; Natalia assured her.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;She has a date tonight.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>She paused, waiting to see Olivia&rsquo;s reaction.<o:p><br /><br /></o:p>&ldquo;What? With who?&rdquo;<span><br /><br /></span><o:p> </o:p>&ldquo;She wouldn&rsquo;t say.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Natalia stood in front of the other woman, not wanting to miss a millisecond of her reaction.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;But, she needed to bring desert, and she asked me to help her bake a pie.&rdquo;</p>Olivia was incredulous.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Doris Wolfe was just in here baking?&rdquo; Natalia nodded.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Baking a pie?&rdquo; Another nod.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;A pie made out of food?&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>This time the younger woman laughed.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You&rsquo;re lying.&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p><br />&ldquo;I am not!&rdquo; Natalia defended herself with mock outrage.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p><br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s just&hellip;that&rsquo;s&hellip;&rdquo; Olivia trailed off, unable to think of anything remotely comparable to Doris Wolfe baking. A pie. Made out of food.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s as likely to happen as a Gay Pride Parade through Vatican City?&rdquo; Natalia offered helpfully.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p><br />The green eyed woman laughed, equal parts amused and impressed with the metaphor.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I still don&rsquo;t buy it,&rdquo; she said, skeptically.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p><br />Just then Emma came bounding into the room with her laptop.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s true Mom, I have proof!&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p><br />&ldquo;You have proof, honey?&rdquo; Natalia asked, unsure of what the girl had to prove the bizarre afternoon had taken place.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p><br />The little girl nodded and opened up her computer.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;See? <span>&nbsp;</span>I used my new camera to take pictures! Mama and Aunt Doris didn&rsquo;t notice me at all.&rdquo; <span>&nbsp;</span>She stated proudly. <span>&nbsp;</span>Sure enough, there were several candid pictures of the two women slaving away in the kitchen.<span>&nbsp; </span>Aprons, rolling pins, oven mitts and all.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p><br />The two women straightened up and looked at each other.<span>&nbsp; </span>Slowly a huge, shit eating grin took over Olivia&rsquo;s face.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;This is going to be better blackmail than Ladies&rsquo; Night!&rdquo;<span><br /></span><br />Natalia smacked her on the shoulder.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;We are not blackmailing our friend.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>After a second&rsquo;s thought though, she changed her mind. &ldquo;Or they could be used to find out who her date was with.&rdquo; <span>&nbsp;</span>The suggestion was almost shy.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p><br />Olivia grabbed the other woman's face with both hands and kissed her.<span>&nbsp; </span>God, she loved that brilliant, surprisingly devious woman! <span>&nbsp;</span>As Olivia set about emailing a threat to Doris, Natalia's mind wandered back to the way Blake was acting that morning.<span>&nbsp; </span>She was almost like a teenager nervous about her first date.<span>&nbsp; </span><i>Doris and Blake?</i> She thought to herself. <i><span>&nbsp;</span>No way!</i><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p><o:p><br /></o:p><o:p><br /></o:p><br /><br /><br />The End</div><a name='cutid1-end'></a><div>&nbsp;</div> <br />https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/3817.htmlguiding lightpublic44https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/3390.htmlFri, 24 Jul 2009 11:58:31 GMTThe Panic Attack - GL Ficlettehttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/3390.html
Title: The Panic Attack<br />Author: meatisadelicacy<br />Fandom: Guiding Light<br />Pairing: Otalia <br />Rating: G&nbsp; <br />Spoilers: None &ndash; set in an arbitrary and happy future.&nbsp; <br />Disclaimer: All characters are property of P&amp;G, and Telenext.<br />A/N: Not at all beta'd - lemme know if you see any mistakes.&nbsp; <br /><br /> <p class="">&nbsp;</p><p class="">&ldquo;Olivia, breathe!&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Natalia grabbed the older woman&rsquo;s arm, guiding her to a nearby bench.<span>&nbsp; </span>She rolled her eyes.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Do you need me to find a paper bag?&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">It was a beautiful day in Springfield &ndash; the sun was shining, birds were singing, and Olivia Spencer was having a panic attack.<span>&nbsp; </span>A full blown, heart hammering, palms sweating, knees trembling, I&rsquo;m-about-to-shit-a-solid-gold-brick-and-die panic attack.<span>&nbsp; </span>After everything she had endured in her life, it was hard to believe that something as pedestrian as this would be the end of Olivia Spencer.<span>&nbsp; </span>Inconceivable!<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;Sweetie,&rdquo; Natalia&rsquo;s voice was as soothing as the hand rubbing circles on her back.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;We talked about this.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>And they had. <span>&nbsp;</span>They had spent countless hours yelling, finger pointing, crying, then finally talking and listening.<span>&nbsp; </span>It had all been moot &ndash; Natalia wasn&rsquo;t really pregnant with that man&rsquo;s child.<span>&nbsp; </span>By the time they had found this out though, Olivia was completely in love with the idea.<span>&nbsp; </span>She imagined mornings taking care of her nauseated partner and midnight runs to the grocery store to satiate unusual cravings.<span>&nbsp; </span>Not to mention the hormonal cravings she might need to satiate on other nights&hellip;<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="">Though there wasn&rsquo;t technically a loss, both women felt heartbroken.<span>&nbsp; </span>They still wanted a baby together.<span>&nbsp; </span>Natalia prayed that she would have green eyes like Olivia, and everyday Olivia told her partner&rsquo;s growing belly that she just couldn&rsquo;t say no to dimples.<span>&nbsp; </span>As they day drew nearer, the women almost had everything they needed &ndash; a crib, car seat, changing table, clothes, bottles, the whole nine yards.<span>&nbsp; </span>They just needed a few more things, besides the baby of course, which is what lead the duo out of their home this morning.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">As the green-eyed woman tried to get her breathing back under control, she realized she didn&rsquo;t know who she was anymore.<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia had always felt that her identity was defined by the ability to get men (and on occasion, woman) and be desirable, and she enjoyed having that power, even if she was strictly a one-woman woman these days.<span>&nbsp; </span>She would never cheat on Natalia, the thought had never even crossed her mind.<span>&nbsp; </span>But Olivia enjoyed being wanted, it was fun and thrilling and if they went through with this, she wouldn&rsquo;t be any of those things anymore.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Olivia looked up, her eyes squinting as the sun reflected off every shiny surface.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know if I can go through with this.&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a little late for second thoughts,&rdquo; Natalia said, rubbing her hand over her large stomach.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">The older woman smiled, and then placed a kiss on her wife&rsquo;s cheek.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Not this.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>She covered Natalia&rsquo;s hand. <span>&nbsp;</span>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s just&hellip;&rdquo; she trailed off, having a hard time finding the words.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;This isn&rsquo;t me.<span>&nbsp; </span>I don&rsquo;t think I can do it.<span>&nbsp; </span>It&rsquo;s not right.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia was working herself into a full blown rant.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s like mixing oil and water, or cats and dogs living in harmony, or maybe Cardassians and Bajorans forming an alliance&hellip;&rdquo;<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;Carda-who?&rdquo; Natalia interrupted.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;Nothing!&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Natalia didn&rsquo;t need to know all her embarrassing little secrets.<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry.<span>&nbsp; </span>I thought I could do this, but&hellip;&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;But?&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Olivia was practically in tears.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I just can&rsquo;t!&rdquo; she finally screamed out, drawing the attention of a group of people who happened to by passing by.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Please don&rsquo;t make me.&rdquo;</p> <p class="">Her voice was small, begging, and it made Natalia&rsquo;s heart ache.<span>&nbsp; </span>Then the younger woman realized what they were talking about and shook herself.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;You know, I think you are going to be the bigger baby when this child is finally born.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Natalia looked straight ahead, ignoring the woman next to her, but she was struggling not to smile.<span>&nbsp; </span>She bumped Olivia&rsquo;s shoulder.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;It was your idea in the first place,&rdquo; she reminded.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">The hotel owner sighed.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I know and I&rsquo;m sorry. <span>&nbsp;</span>Please don&rsquo;t make me.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>She asked with such an even combination of fear and hope that Natalia couldn&rsquo;t help laugh at the ridiculous situation Olivia managed to create for herself.<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s fine, Liv.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Natalia decided to put her partner out of misery.<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia sat up higher, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;Oh thank you, thank you, thank you.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Each &lsquo;thank you&rsquo; was coupled with a kiss, and Natalia could only giggle at the other woman&rsquo;s antics. <span>&nbsp;</span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;All that over the thought of buying a minivan?&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Olivia shuddered as she heard the word &lsquo;minivan.&rsquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll do anything for love, but I won&rsquo;t do that.&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Natalia snorted, her hands flying to cover her face.<span>&nbsp; </span>Wiping the tears from her eyes, she finally got herself back under control.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I just have one question.&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia turned away from the SUV&rsquo;s she had been eyeing and gave Natalia her full attention.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;Yes?&rdquo;<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">&ldquo;When were you going to tell me you were a Trekkie?&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Olivia groaned, burying her face in her hands.<span>&nbsp; </span>It just wasn&rsquo;t her day.<span>&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I mean, you think you know a person&hellip;&rdquo;<o:p></o:p><o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="">The End.</p><a name='cutid1-end'></a>﻿<p class="">&nbsp;</p> <br /><br />https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/3390.htmlguiding lightanxiouspublic47https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/2868.htmlSat, 04 Jul 2009 05:56:47 GMTClips and Coffeehttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/2868.html
Title: Clips and Coffee<br />Author: meatisadelicacy<br />Fandom: Guiding Light<br />Pairing: Doris/Blake, implied Olivia/Natalia<br />Rating: PG-13<br />Spoilers: None &ndash; set in an arbitrary (and happy) future.<br />Disclaimer: All characters are property of P&amp;G, and Telenext (except Cletus and Billy Bob).<br /><br /><br /><br />Every Sunday, while Natalia was at church strengthening her relationship with god and finding inner peace, Olivia kept herself busy strengthening her surprising friendship with Doris Wolfe and finding her own inner peace&hellip; at the shooting range. <br /><br />This week was her turn to drive, which was why she found herself sitting impatiently in her car, idling in Doris Wolfe&rsquo;s driveway on Sunday morning. If they didn&rsquo;t leave soon, they wouldn&rsquo;t be able to get two adjacent lanes, and there would be hell to pay if she got stuck fending off advances from Cletus and Billy Bob once again. With a shudder, she blared on the horn.<br /><br /><br /><br />Inside her house, Doris was finally pulled from an exhausted slumber, jerking upright when she realized the noise was not her alarm, but an annoyed Olivia waiting outside. The mayor flew out of bed, grabbed a robe, and hurriedly crept out of her bedroom. She was beyond tired, and time simplest motor functions became quite the challenge. Finally tying shut the terrycloth robe, Doris looked up to see Olivia Spencer smirking at her in the open doorway. <br /><br />Taking in the dark circles under the older woman&rsquo;s eyes and the generally disheveled appearance, Olivia asked, &ldquo;Bad night?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Uh, no, not really&hellip;&rdquo; she trailed off. She was fidgeting, nervous even. All of which was highly unusual from the normally confident Doris Wolfe, and none of it escaped Olivia&rsquo;s intelligent eyes. <br /><br />&ldquo;Oh my god!&rdquo; Olivia shouted. Doris winced. &ldquo;Is that a hickey?!&rdquo; She immediately poked a finger at the blushing woman&rsquo;s neck. <br /><br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be ridiculous.&rdquo; Slapping away Olivia&rsquo;s annoying hand, Doris walked over to her purse and grabbed her wallet. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll give you one hundred dollars if you go get us some coffee.&rdquo; <br /><br />Before Olivia could offer a reply, both women heard a thump and what was probably a muffled curse come from Doris&rsquo;s bedroom. The mayor&rsquo;s eyes widened in panic.<br /><br />&ldquo;One hundred dollars right now!&rdquo; She frantically waved the wad of cash in front of Olivia in an attempt at distraction, but she could see it was futile. The younger woman&rsquo;s eyes were locked like lasers on the door, just waiting to see who would emerge.<br /><br />When no one immediately appeared, Olivia&rsquo;s gaze returned to Doris, her eyes dancing with merriment. &ldquo;You slut.&rdquo; <br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not a slut!&rdquo; she shrieked and Olivia just laughed. &ldquo;Two hundred dollars?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Who could be so embarrassing that you&rsquo;d shell out two hundred bucks for me not to see?&rdquo; Doris bit her lip. &ldquo;You know you&rsquo;ll end up telling me eventually.&rdquo;<br /><br />Just as she was about to make her final offer of three hundred, the door sound of someone fumbling with the door handle floated down to the two bickering women. Doris took advantage of Olivia&rsquo;s distraction and shoved her out the door. <br /><br />&ldquo;Hey!&rdquo; Olivia was more amused than outraged, but still.<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll call you later,&rdquo; Doris promised through the cracked door, and because even under these circumstances, she couldn&rsquo;t resist, the mayor added, &ldquo;Say hi to your boyfriend Cletus for me.&rdquo; <br /><br />&ldquo;You son of a&hellip;&rdquo; The door slammed closed, leaving Olivia alone on the porch. &ldquo;Bitch,&rdquo; she finished.<br /><br /><br /><br />Doris leaned against the door, breathing a sigh of relief. A gentle chuckle grabbed her attention and she looked up to find Blake Marler standing at the top of her stairs, wearing nothing but a sheet and a smile. The sleepy woman stretched, enjoying the feeling of sore muscles she hadn&rsquo;t flexed in quite some time. At least not in the company of another human being, that is. She never would have thought the uptight, conservative mayor of Springfield would be such an animal in bed.<br /><br />&ldquo;Whatcha doin&rsquo; all the way down there?&rdquo; <br /><br />Doris shrugged. &ldquo;Uh, The Trib hasn&rsquo;t come yet.&rdquo;<br /><br />Blake leaned forward, resting her forearms on the railing, smiling when the older woman&rsquo;s eyes dropped down to her cleavage. &ldquo;You know what else hasn&rsquo;t come this morning?&rdquo; There was a pause, and then Blake started back towards the bedroom. &ldquo;Me.&rdquo;<br /><br />The mayor took the stairs two at a time.<br /><br /><br /><br />Just as Olivia was about to drive away, she noticed an SUV parked across the street. It was familiar, but she just couldn&rsquo;t place it. Olivia knew that eventually Doris would tell her all about her night of debauchery, but after the &lsquo;boyfriend Cletus&rsquo; comment, Doris deserved all the teasing Olivia could throw her way. Grabbing a napkin and pen out of her glove box, she jotted down the license plate number. Maybe Remy would be working. He&rsquo;d run the plate for her.<a name='cutid1-end'></a>﻿https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/2868.htmlguiding lightpublic50https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/2350.htmlThu, 28 May 2009 06:31:46 GMTUntitled Otalia Ficlettehttps://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/2350.html
<p class="">Author: meatisadelicacy<br />Fandom: Guiding Light<br />Pairing: Otalia, por supuesto<br />Rating: PG<br />Disclaimers: The ladies are owned by P&amp;G and Telenext Media, not me, unfortunately. (Insert big dramatic sigh here).<br />And also: I apologize ahead of time.<br />&nbsp;</p><p class=""><br /><br />They were nervous, the tension in the air crackling between them, as if they were lightning bolts in a stormy sky instead of two women.<span>&nbsp; </span>Both found it hard to believe that they had made it this far, yet neither was willing to vocalize their reservations.<span>&nbsp; </span>Now was not the time for hesitation.<span>&nbsp; </span>There was no need to over think, overanalyze.<span>&nbsp; </span>They needed to trust that their bodies would know what to do.<span>&nbsp; </span>Certainly they would recognize when to be soft and gentle, and when to be firm and rough, going in for the kill, so to speak, even if the stakes had never been higher.</p> <p class="">The women took the time removing their clothes.<span>&nbsp; </span>Outer layers were peeled away, leaving only the tiniest pieces of fabric covering the most intimate of areas.<span>&nbsp; </span>Trembling hands wrung together, unaccustomed to this feeling of nervousness.<span>&nbsp; </span>They&rsquo;ve both done this before, right?<span>&nbsp; </span>Granted this was their first time together, but still, the mechanics would be the same.<span>&nbsp; </span>They were partners now.<span>&nbsp; </span>They just needed to be open and communicative and everything else would come in time.<span>&nbsp; </span>If not, practice makes perfect, and these two were certainly dedicated to making their coupling work.<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <p class="">They stood facing each other, seeing nothing but trust and confidence reflected back in a steady gaze.<span>&nbsp; </span>Both women were starting to sweat, a fine sheen covering exposed skin.<span>&nbsp; </span>This was it.<span>&nbsp; </span>They had survived each other, through more than a year of fighting, frustration, and fear, and no one was more surprised than they were to be together in this place and this time. <span>&nbsp;</span>Green eyes met brown, hands locked together in a vice like grip, nothing could stop these two women tonight&hellip;.</p> <p class="">&ldquo;And now, representing the United States of America in their Olympic Beach Volleyball debut, give it up for Natalia Rivera and Olivia Spencer!&rdquo;</p> <p class=""><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class=""><o:p>&nbsp;<br /><br /></o:p></p> <p class="">Author's Note: God damn, I&rsquo;m funny.<span>&nbsp; </span>Sorry, everyone.<span>&nbsp; </span>It&rsquo;s late, and I was watching 03/10 part 2.<span>&nbsp; </span>These things happen (don't hurt me).<span>&nbsp; </span></p> <a name='cutid1-end'></a>﻿<br />https://meatisadelicacy.livejournal.com/2350.htmlguiding lightLady GagaLady Gagapublic31